Xu Luo's decision was the right one. By sheer chance, he had stumbled into the training grounds of a group of women from the Luoshui Nunnery.
The women were all dressed in gray robes, their faces devoid of joy or sorrow as they sat peacefully, cultivating.
Just as Xu Luo was about to head elsewhere, a young man suddenly burst in. He had long black hair that draped over his shoulders, sharp brows, and bright eyes. He was incredibly handsome.
Xu Luo was a little surprised. 'Who is this man?' he wondered. 'How can he just barge into a women's training area so casually?'
After entering, the man's gaze fell upon a pretty young woman. She was also dressed in secular clothes and was sitting there, quietly cultivating.
Hearing the noise, the young woman opened her eyes. When she saw who had arrived, a complex emotion flickered in their depths. "Martial Uncle," she said softly.
"Come here," the man said, his voice cold as ice. A cruel glint flashed in his eyes.
